After the Ball Was Over

After the ball was over, after the break of morn,After the dancers' leaving, after the stars are gone;Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all;Many the hopes that have vanished, after the ball.

After the ball was over, she took out her glass eye,Put her false teeth in the water, hung up her wig to dry;Placed her false arm on the table, laid her false leg on the chair;After the party was over, she was only half there!